Slipping through my teeth Were the dust and smoke of a minor collapse. I didn't need to say it; You could see it clouding up the view. Yet I shook my head at your finger tip, Twisted distractions all around it. The heated red and the broken sweat Made an easy tell.
We all get thirsty mouths When we jump from flood to drought. While I didn't want to drown I just couldn't rule it out.
If you needed air, would you ask for it? I couldn't dip my feet in that embarrassment. Foolish pride will do me in As I'd sooner die than swallow it. Plant your truths in the obvious; I'll bury mine in self defence. Never mind about the intent, It's dead.
We all get thirsty mouths When we jump from flood to drought. While I didn't want to drown I just couldn't rule it out.
In the end there are better things to talk about than this. The smoke and dust will clear out from my head, Just as soon as I can get around to it. In the end, there is relief found in the act of taking breaths. So why the fuck am I always holding them? Oh, what I'd give to gain the will to act. Or even just to talk about it, And not just write a fucking song about it. What good is art when it's all in the dark?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
